01-25-2020, 02:26 PM
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The insect was, by no means, a stranger to blindly following something. Usually it was his instincts that forced him to do what was required to survive. His thoughts were not deemed important by the greater demand of the urge to survive, to live. Usually he only adhered to the basis of those bare instincts. Instinct that kept him alive, and therefore there was no need to divert from such. His only diversions from this basis came from the form of minuscule curiosity and following the barest of orders. Simple minded, basic. He wasn't a stranger to roaming around and not staying in camp. Food wasn't common around here anymore - or at least, not the kind that Astiar was able to eat. He was a dragon, but the mind of a cicada was his one possession in the means of mental processes. His meals, too, were shared with a cicada. The pulp of a tree, the branches, the leaves. All plant matter was on the menu. He'd learned that flesh was nasty, and that it certainly was not the diet for him. Hunger was one of the greatest motivators for any simple minded creature.
However, he wasn't buzzing over in his normal noisy manner because of hunger. No, he was simply tracking after Kydobi like a lost dog to someone that had fed them some scraps. The metaphor, humorous as it was, happened to be incredibly close to the truth. Friends, perhaps - if Astiar was able to think deeply enough to be able to understand such a thing. The massive dragon ceased his loud buzzing as he came to a halt a pace away from the interactions. He was starting to learn that buzzing while people spoke wasn't good. More so, it made people shout, and shouting was associated with burning and pain and those triggered instinct to say 'stop that from happening at all costs'. His mandibles clicked a few times, lead lowering a little. A stranger, they were interacting with someone not of the hive. Danger? His bare mind didn't sense any. Danger came from fire. Danger came from teeth. Danger came from burning. Danger came from shadows that flew overhead that were bigger than himself. The smoke was a little startling, warranting a sharp curl of his blue colored antennae and the shifting of his weight. Astiar remained seated behind where Kydobi had approached, silent spare the ever present buzz of his wings.
However, he wasn't buzzing over in his normal noisy manner because of hunger. No, he was simply tracking after Kydobi like a lost dog to someone that had fed them some scraps. The metaphor, humorous as it was, happened to be incredibly close to the truth. Friends, perhaps - if Astiar was able to think deeply enough to be able to understand such a thing. The massive dragon ceased his loud buzzing as he came to a halt a pace away from the interactions. He was starting to learn that buzzing while people spoke wasn't good. More so, it made people shout, and shouting was associated with burning and pain and those triggered instinct to say 'stop that from happening at all costs'. His mandibles clicked a few times, lead lowering a little. A stranger, they were interacting with someone not of the hive. Danger? His bare mind didn't sense any. Danger came from fire. Danger came from teeth. Danger came from burning. Danger came from shadows that flew overhead that were bigger than himself. The smoke was a little startling, warranting a sharp curl of his blue colored antennae and the shifting of his weight. Astiar remained seated behind where Kydobi had approached, silent spare the ever present buzz of his wings.
control yourself and take only what you need from it
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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